Why am I different?

Chap 7: The 'Talk'

The ambiance in the house was quiet and relaxed, save for the distant chirping of birds that permeated the silence every so often. The serenity blanketing them made the four grown men too lazy to move, their limbs heavy and their minds shrouded. Instead, they laid, sprawled in various degrees around the dining table amidst empty can drinks and food containers.

Chansung followed the rays of sunlight streaming in from the living room's open windows with his eyes until they fell on the glass containers holding various artificial cakes. As the curtains shielding the windows moved with the wind, the lights shimmered and danced, as if alive, before bursting into multiple glittering lights as they pass through the glass, creating sparkles on the floor. Hypnotised, his eyes started to droop, aided further by a sated, well-fed tummy. Just as he was about to doze into a deep slumber, his peaceful state was rudely disturbed by an excited voice claiming that a loaf of bread was cute.

"That's Jun-hyung's normal snack whenever he locks himself up in the studio," he drawled, not bothering to lift his head off the table. After all, there was a load on his back which did not give him much choice but to stay in place.

"Yah~ "the load protested in a petulant voice, "keumanhae, jaebal~"

He felt a soft jab on his back before the load laid back on it to rest more comfortably. He couldn't help the small smile playing on his lips even as his eyelids resumed its downward journey.

"Minjun-ah..."

Chansung tensed, but decided to ignore the voice.

"Hmmm..." the load on his back answered dreamily.

"We need to talk."

His eyes sprung open as his body shot upright in his seat, dispelling the load on his back.Three pairs of eyes focused on him.

"No." There was no mistaking the firmness in that one word even though his voice was eerily calm.

The temperature in the room dropped as the tension surged.

"Chansung-ah..." Minjun started, putting a hand on his arm.

"No." He repeated, turning to his Jun-hyung, his voice sounding harsher that he meant it to be.

"Look here- "

"I said no." This time, not only his voice but his facial expression turned hard as he faced the source of his anger.

Taecyeon was stunned into silence by the vehemence smoldering in Chansung's eyes. His body tensed as, from the corner of his eyes, he saw Chansung's hands on the table curling into fists. Nickhun felt the air charged as the two giants stared at each other. He glanced towards Minjun, and their eyes locked. The worry in the other's eyes was obvious. Just when he said they never got into a fist fight. He harrumphed as he turned towards Chansung.

"Chansung-ah, listen-" he tried.

"No."

The full wrath behind those eyes was now directed towards him. He steeled himself and tried again.

"You don't- "

"I said, NO!" A thump on the table.

"- know what's going on!" Nickhun couldn't help raising his voice to be heard over his dongsaeng.

"I KNOW what the hell is going on! I'm not fucking blind! This has been going on for years! Only someone so fucking stupid wouldn't know what's going on! I should have stayed as Jun-hyung's roommate! Then this wouldn't have happened!!" he bellowed, punctuating every sentence with a thump on the table. In his distress, he had let slip his regret.